Khloe turned sharply.
“Tyler!”
He looked at her.
“We need to stop.”
She stared at him.
“We’re supposed to be on the same side.”
“We are. But we can’t demand that your sister pay for a trip she never offered us.”
Her face crumpled.
Mom reached for her arm.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Then Lorraine looked at me.
“You’re going to regret treating your family this way.”
I held her gaze.
“Maybe.”
She seemed surprised.
I continued.
“But I’m not changing my answer.”
Dad guided Mom and Khloe toward the corridor.
Tyler remained behind for a moment.
He looked embarrassed.
“I’m sorry about the smoke,” he said.
I nodded.
“You knew Lena had refused it.”
He lowered his eyes.
“Khloe told me your mom had sorted everything out. But I knew you’d said no earlier.”
“Then you shouldn’t have done it.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
He glanced toward the ballroom doors.
“I’ll speak to the venue manager about the cleanup costs.”
